Post by Raenius on Jul 12, 2010 18:13:26 GMT -5
It’s hard to see Heaven through the grey skies of Ireland.
Yet, there is no better place to spend a vacation, even if that word is a tentative replacement for exile. From himself. From everything he knows. This place, the place where he crawled out of the sordid mire that was his mother’s cocaine-sodden womb, is a place of emptiness. Nothing days and nowhere nights. A place where nothing ever changes.
Truly, Ireland is a place where time stands still.
Our hero sits at the bar in a pub, looking around himself as though he was counting all the assholes in the room. He is not alone. That’s when he smells her in the air. That unmistakable scent of lavender that would only surround Lady Lacrymosa, Raenius’ benefactor of old.
She sits upon the stool next to the Resident Evil.
‘Make it quick,’ hisses Raenius. ‘Got shit to do.’
‘Such as?’ she replies in a voice like velvet running down a blade.
There are lots of things I would rather be doing that meeting you. Like licking a cheese grater or fucking a lemon.’
A wry smile crosses her shining, luscious lips.
‘Okay. When last we met I did burn our bridges. I used you.’
‘Don’t like being used. Even by you. So state your business and fuck off.’
Raenius can’t even bring himself to look at her. Whereas every other man in the room has their eyes locked on her form.
‘You’re going to go back to work.’
‘Am I now?’ he asks, throwing his beer down his throat with reckless abandon.
‘Yes. You’re going to drag Donovan Hastings’ name through the muck.’
‘And why the fuck should I care how dirty his name is?’
‘Where you hear a noise, Raenius, my love – I hear a symphony.’
He snarls.
‘All I hear is horseshit.’
Casually, deliberately, Lacrymosa leans over and whispers something into our hero’s ear. Upon hearing it, he instantly turns to her.
‘If you’re bullshitting me, I’ll cut your tits off and sell them on E-Bay.’
‘It’s the truth, Raenius. You’re going to use this information as only you can. And you’re going to bury Hastings.’
‘And why do you suddenly have a hard on for him?’
That smile of hers. Perfect.
‘I guess you’ll find out later.’
She leaves the bar, taking the hearts of every male in the room with her as she goes. Raenius sits on, eyebrow raised, considering this new knowledge that can destroy Donovan Hastings…
Yet, there is no better place to spend a vacation, even if that word is a tentative replacement for exile. From himself. From everything he knows. This place, the place where he crawled out of the sordid mire that was his mother’s cocaine-sodden womb, is a place of emptiness. Nothing days and nowhere nights. A place where nothing ever changes.
Truly, Ireland is a place where time stands still.
Our hero sits at the bar in a pub, looking around himself as though he was counting all the assholes in the room. He is not alone. That’s when he smells her in the air. That unmistakable scent of lavender that would only surround Lady Lacrymosa, Raenius’ benefactor of old.
She sits upon the stool next to the Resident Evil.
‘Make it quick,’ hisses Raenius. ‘Got shit to do.’
‘Such as?’ she replies in a voice like velvet running down a blade.
There are lots of things I would rather be doing that meeting you. Like licking a cheese grater or fucking a lemon.’
A wry smile crosses her shining, luscious lips.
‘Okay. When last we met I did burn our bridges. I used you.’
‘Don’t like being used. Even by you. So state your business and fuck off.’
Raenius can’t even bring himself to look at her. Whereas every other man in the room has their eyes locked on her form.
‘You’re going to go back to work.’
‘Am I now?’ he asks, throwing his beer down his throat with reckless abandon.
‘Yes. You’re going to drag Donovan Hastings’ name through the muck.’
‘And why the fuck should I care how dirty his name is?’
‘Where you hear a noise, Raenius, my love – I hear a symphony.’
He snarls.
‘All I hear is horseshit.’
Casually, deliberately, Lacrymosa leans over and whispers something into our hero’s ear. Upon hearing it, he instantly turns to her.
‘If you’re bullshitting me, I’ll cut your tits off and sell them on E-Bay.’
‘It’s the truth, Raenius. You’re going to use this information as only you can. And you’re going to bury Hastings.’
‘And why do you suddenly have a hard on for him?’
That smile of hers. Perfect.
‘I guess you’ll find out later.’
She leaves the bar, taking the hearts of every male in the room with her as she goes. Raenius sits on, eyebrow raised, considering this new knowledge that can destroy Donovan Hastings…
